Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

After evacuating from the plantation near the imperial capital, it took Ling, Goliath and Rag about half an hour to return to the imperial capital.

Now I am standing in a quiet and deserted alley.

They had already registered at the city gate during the day.

The guards guarding the gates of the imperial capital did not make things difficult for the three people when they returned late at night, mainly because of Ling's noble status.

Moreover, the imperial capital, as the most prosperous metropolis in the empire, has no curfew.

"Is it really okay to leave Mr. Reinhardt alone to cover the rear? There are at least a hundred guards in that village." Rag was panting and looked a little worried.

Before Ling could reply, Goliath, who usually didn't talk much, spoke up: "Don't worry, even I'm no match for that man, but a hundred guards shouldn't be a problem."

Ling tapped Goliath's shoulder and asked him to lower her off his back.

Ling was originally a little worried about whether Reinhardt could retreat safely alone. Her physical fitness was only at the level of a ten-year-old child and she had no combat ability at all.

When it comes to issues related to combat power, Ling prefers to listen to the opinions of professionals - Goliath.

Damn it... It would be safest for the teacher to do it himself, why did he let me, who knows nothing about magic, lead the team?

Ling took the purple ticket in her hand and said, "Okay, time is running out, we have to hurry to the venue of Eight Fingers."

Not long after, Ling and the other two arrived at their destination.

It was a building surrounded by majestic white stone walls.

Three five-story towers can be seen on the inner side of the wall, and there are no buildings taller than those towers around, so it looks particularly majestic.

There are many narrow houses with two floors around the tower.

Judging from the appearance alone, one would have thought it was a heavily guarded commercial guild somewhere.

But from the information provided by Mr. Sandval, this is undoubtedly the headquarters of the slave guild "Eight Fingers".

The solid door was now tightly closed, and the bell rang three times, paused for a moment, and then rang a fourth time.

This was the secret code that Sandval had told me in advance.

Soon, the door opened a crack, and a very gentle-looking old woman poked her head out with a smile on her face.

She glanced at Ling, then at Goliath and Rag behind Ling.

It was not until he saw the purple ticket in Ling's hand that he invited Ling and the others in.

As soon as she entered, Ling noticed that there were stone huts on both sides of the gate, and some fully armed guards could be seen inside.

Ling and her group were not stopped by the guards. They just glanced at the admission ticket in Ling's hand and let her pass.

Under the guidance of the old woman, Ling and the others came to a wide and flat staircase.

These steps lead to the gate of an ancient limestone building that gives people a sense of solemnity.

After passing through the door, you will come to a hall decorated with gold and jade, with several crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling.

These crystals can also emit light at night and are a very expensive gem.

On the right hand side there are several sofas, coffee tables and other furniture, and on the left hand side there is an escalator that spirals upward to the second and third floors.

A stunning woman with a smile on her face was walking towards me.

She was wearing very cool clothes, with the sensitive parts of her upper and lower body wrapped in red velvet, revealing a healthy bronze color on her exposed skin.

His body is muscular and without a trace of fat.

There were scars on his abdomen, shoulders, and both sides of his waist. He wore a leather belt around his waist, and five daggers, three long and two short, were inserted on both sides.

Even though Ling didn't quite understand what the battle was all about, she could tell that this woman was no ordinary person. She must have experienced fierce battles in the past and must be quite powerful.

"Oh my, you're really a stranger. Do you mind?"

The woman reached out to Ling to check the authenticity of the ticket.

After confirming that it was correct, he returned it to Ling.

"Why doesn't the gentleman come in person? And, little girl, what is your relationship with the gentleman?"

That gentleman? Does he mean the head of Nightingale Plantation?

Ling knew that this woman had not let down her guard and was now planning to confirm her identity.

The evidence was that Ling saw the woman's left hand behind her back, holding a long dagger on a leather belt.

What to do... How to express it to dispel the other party's vigilance...

According to the information provided by Mr. Sandval, the head of the plantation had business dealings with this slave guild.

"Eight Fingers" needs to use the Nightingale Poison to control some precious slaves - especially some stunning beauties bought at high prices.

Let them willingly serve some extremely distinguished guests for Eight Fingers.

Nightingale poison is extremely harmful to the human body. In addition to causing brain atrophy, it also causes rapid aging of the skin and internal organs.

For people who take it for a long time, no matter how good their physical fitness is, it can only last for about three to five years at most.

The head of the plantation has mastered a technology that can reduce the side effects while retaining the pleasure of the nightingale poison.

The purified and improved nightingale poison can delay the aging process by at least three to four years.

This type of top-grade Nightingale poison is currently favored by many great nobles in the core of the empire, and the demand for top-grade Nightingale poison within the "Eight Fingers" is also very high.

In addition to the important members of the Slave Guild, the "Eight Fingers" also sends invitations to some important current partners for their monthly fixed gatherings.

The head of the plantation was also one of these special guests.

In this case...from a relationship perspective, Ling, who is holding the admission ticket, should now be the distinguished guest and there is no need for her to be humble.

On the contrary, being more high-profile can demonstrate one's identity and dispel the other party's doubts.

"Who gives you the right to talk to me like that?" Ling raised her hand and slapped the woman in the face.

This action startled Rag behind him.

"If we are not welcome here, we will leave immediately!"

The woman was not angry but happy after being slapped. In fact, if she wanted to dodge, she could easily avoid the slap with her physical fitness.

As a combat slave trained by "Eight Fingers" using special drugs, his combat power is comparable to that of top mercenaries and adventurers.

Women within the "Eight Fingers" are not required to obey instructions from anyone except a few important cadres.

Except that they are still restricted by the magic contract, their status has transcended that of slaves.

"I'm sorry, miss, I'm so rude..."

The woman smiled and slowly lowered her left hand from the hilt of the dagger.

She gestured towards the stairs nearby, and just as Ling and the others were about to go upstairs, the woman's voice was heard again.

"No..." The woman pointed her finger downward.

"Down there..."

Ling followed the woman's gaze and saw that there was indeed a black iron plate at the bottom of the stairs that blended in with the floor tiles.

It was not until the woman came over and pulled the iron plate to the left and right that Ling discovered that it was actually the entrance to a secret passage.

"I hope you have fun..." After the woman sent Ling into the secret door, she slammed the iron door behind them.

The spiral stone staircase extended downwards, with kerosene lamps hanging on the walls. The further down you went, the colder it felt.

It was not until we went down about fifteen or sixteen meters that the surrounding walls changed from brown to lime and the stone stairs reached the bottom.

The atmosphere around her changed, and Ling felt like she was at some aristocratic social party.

After passing through an exquisitely decorated corridor, there is a spacious hall with gorgeous decorations at the end.

Male and female waiters, wearing golden masks and naked except for a pair of underwear, were carrying trays and delivering drinks and food on the dance floor.

Ling doesn't know about the relationship between men and women at her age, but Rag is embarrassed by the good-looking waitresses in front of her.

The elegantly dressed men and women present were chatting happily, and this scene reminded Ling of the aristocratic social party she had attended with Hull before.

The atmosphere of the two is very similar, except that this one is more decadent.

Ling saw several shirtless middle-aged men pulling the waitresses into a small room next to the hall and closing the door. Then obscene noises were heard from inside.

In the hall, some old women who looked like noble ladies were lying on red velvet lounge chairs, enjoying the wine in their hands, while two tall male waiters with six-pack abs were kissing their feet inch by inch.

What made Ling most angry was that she saw a lot of children.

There were about seventeen or eighteen of them, all naked and chained to the marble pillars in the hall.

These children all had bruises on their bodies, dull eyes, silly smiles on their faces, and no teeth in their mouths.

Like it's broken.

A bald man who looked to be past middle age came to one of the marble pillars, slowly took off his clothes, and frankly revealed his fat body.

He randomly picked two cute little kids, a boy and a girl.

He used his left hand to press a little girl's head under his body, and clenched his right fist and hit another little boy in the face.

The bald man was beating the little boy who just had a silly smile on his face, with a happy expression on his fat face.

He felt his flesh being flattened by his fists, and a tingling sensation spread along his spine.

The man threw punch after punch, and his slowly raised fist was covered in sticky fresh blood.

The little boy's face was swollen, his nose was flattened, and his lips and eyelids were swollen beyond recognition. His originally neat facial features were gone, but he still maintained that silly smile.

This made the man even more excited, and the strength of his hands became stronger and stronger. At the same time, the little girl under his feet made a choking sound in her throat.

Seeing this scene, Rag's pupils were already filled with blood, and he took out the folding dagger hidden in his trouser leg.

With a little fiddling, the folding knife was disassembled and reassembled into a sharp blade about one meter thirty or four meters long.

Just as he was about to step forward, he was stopped by a strong hand.

"What?! Are you going to stop me?"

Goliath had no expression on his face and just looked at Ling.

Ling's face was terribly cold, she was extremely angry.

She grew up in an orphanage, and what she couldn't accept the most was a beast attacking a child!

She originally thought that Helheim was a devil, but now it seems... the real devil is the group of people in front of her!

At this moment, she finally understood why Hull showed no mercy to the scum...

Because some people are not human at all!

"Rag... don't forget the teacher's order... capture them all alive... don't let any of them escape!"

After getting Ling's approval, Rag's face darkened, and he grasped the hilt of the sword and got into a fighting stance.

Goliath also clenched his fists, making a crackling sound.

Ling just turned her head silently. The next second, inhumane cries came from the hall behind her, completely drowning out the foolish laughter of the children.

Thirty minutes later...the door to the secret passage was opened again.

A smell of blood mixed with hot air surged out.

Rag held the sharp blade in his hand, his face covered in blood, and he breathed in the fresh air outside the door in big gulps.

The woman who had been guarding outside the door immediately understood what had happened.

"Ah!!!" The woman immediately assumed a fighting stance.

She drew the two daggers from her waist and threw them at Rag's face.

In less than a second, the woman pulled out three daggers, holding one in each hand, and holding the handle of a dagger in her mouth, and rushed towards Rag.

The woman's body arrived in front of Rag almost at the same time as the thrown dagger.

Only two "clang clang" sounds were heard, and Rag raised the sharp blade in his hand to block the two daggers at the same time.

A smile appeared on the woman's lips.

Those two daggers were just feints, the real killing move came now.

The woman had already forced her way in front of Rag, and the two long daggers in her hands slashed at Rag's defenseless neck.

Just now, Rag used his sharp blade to block the thrown dagger, but now there is no time to defend.

There was no doubt that Rag would be beheaded in the next second.

But in this time of less than 0.1 seconds,

Rag's still body moved again, and he crossed the woman directly.

The woman's two moves missed, but she maintained her posture with her perfect body coordination when she was about to fall.

But just as she was about to turn around and continue her attack, she heard a "Sizzle!"

A red thread appeared on the bronze skin of the woman's neck...

"Ding Dong!"

The long dagger she had held in her mouth had fallen to the ground.

Then the two daggers in his hands fell to the ground.

The wound on the neck spread out like ink in a pond, and the scarlet color gradually grew larger until it splashed three or four meters high like a fountain.

Rag was still swinging his sword, and the lightning-fast strike he displayed in an instant even surpassed Reinhardt, who was holding the [Thunder Dragon Bird]...

The woman never saw the trajectory of Rag's sword until her death.

Only when the woman's body collapsed to the ground did Rag throw the blood off the blade.

As if he remembered something, Rag immediately shouted behind him: "Ah... this doesn't count! This is self-defense!"

Behind them, Ling and Goliath slowly walked out of the tunnel.

Coming out with them was Sandval, who was already pale with fear...

Seeing the woman's body, Ling just frowned but didn't say much.

He patted Sandval's shoulder and said, "Mr. Sandval, I'll have to trouble you to clean up the mess from now on."

"We must send these precious laborers to the Kraken region one by one. This is the teacher's order. You won't disobey, right?"

Ling's tone was innocent and her smile looked like an angel's.

Sandval felt a chill down his spine.

In fact, when he saw how Goliath and Rag subdued the Eight Fingers’ leader and special guests in the underground, he was really glad that he had turned over a new leaf and was standing on the side of “justice”.

In a trance, he seemed to see the figure of the devil, Helheim, in Ling.

It was fortunate that the demon himself did not lead the team.

Otherwise, you will not be able to wake up from this nightmare for many years to come.

At the same time, I also felt a little comforted.

Because from today on, in addition to Gu Leya, there is a new group of "like-minded" "family members".